I Am

I’m the one

I’m the one who has no idea what’s going on in front of him
Who’s chasing down naive dreams
With a caffeinated consciousness

I’m the one

I’m the one who speaks muted volumes
Who favors a pen and paper
Over a mic and crowd

I’m the one

I’m the one with an average of four hours of sleep
Trying to cope
Trying to find hope
Trying.

I’m the one

I’m the one chasing ghosts of my past
Ghosts of my father
Ghosts of lost love

I’m the one

I’m the one who still cries for Daddy to come home
For him to put down the bottle
I’m the one that remembers
I’m the one that lives

I’m the one that dies.